So proud of my daughter

Next Monday in Munich my daughter will be seen in her first role in a movie. The premier will take place at 9 pm in the Sendlinger Tor Film Theater.

“Yung” has been nominated for awards in several categories and I am really looking forward to being there, proudly hiding in the back row.

Her film is not for the faint-hearted. It follows the lives of four young women  into the vibrant, hedonistic subculture of Berlin. The official description  runs:

“Janaina, 17, earns money by making Internet pornography. Her best friend, Emmy, 18, finds the whole city intoxicating, without realizing that she’s getting deeper and deeper into a cycle of addiction. Joy muses about love when she doesn’t happen to be selling drugs. And Abbie, 16, dreams of escaping to Los Angeles. YUNG is a roller-coaster ride through the lifestyle of the millennial generation, but it’s mainly a pure, rough, and authentic portrait of friendship.”

Knowing all the actresses and actors as well as the director makes the film even more exciting for me. Some scenes were even filmed in our apartment. It will no surprise to those who know me that the director asked me to make it more untidy for the shooting.

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The film will be showing in other cinemas around the country once the Munich Film Festival is over. For more information about the Munich Film Festival, please click here.

There is also a review from 27 June 2018 in the Süddeutsche Zeitung.

“I know I’ve finally become a teenager because my parents have started getting really triggered about everything.”   Ewan.

 

Help with medical care

At the end of last year my elderly British mother moved from Spain to live with her family here in Berlin. On the day that she arrived at the airport, she was pushed to the ground by an aggressive woman who was sharing the airport buggy with her. I was so excited to see my mum again for the first time in years that I never thought about reporting the incident to the police or checking what kind of travel insurance she had. It turns out that this was my first big mistake.

This accident swiftly led to a haematoma on her leg, a month-long stay in a hospital and three operations, including a skin graft. Her overall health has seriously deteriorated and she now requires regular daily care since she can no longer get up or walk on her own.

At such moments of great sadness and stress, you are always grateful to be so privileged to live in the EU since you know that full state medical care will be available and everything will be fine. You lament even more the Brexit decision because you fear that such reciprocal health care between EU-member states will soon be coming to an end. Well, that’s the theory …

In practice, however, the last eight months have been a constant, degrading and exhausting battle, first even to get the hospital and ambulance bills paid. The doctor who operated on my mother’s leg even had the audacity to ask my mother whether she had come to Germany purely in order to receive free medical treatment.

Then came the battle for medical insurance. My mother’s IHC card was not valid because she had become a resident of Germany and was longer just on a short holiday visit. This led to many hours spent making telephone calls, writing letters, filling in forms and arranging appointments with advice centres. Almost every piece of advice given was, in the end, wrong. It was as if either no one had ever been in this situation before or that the EU law meant absolutely nothing in practice.

I found myself wondering what would have happened to  an 81-year-old German or Spanish woman, had all this happened to her in the UK. I cannot imagine for one moment that the NHS would have turned her away. Is the Brexit-driven UK, when the rubber hits the road, more faithful and efficient at carrying out EU directives than the more staunch, pro-EU nations?

Finally I learned from the UK International Health Care Team about the “Form S1” which gives UK nationals living permanently abroad the same medical care as the citizens who live in the host nation. We applied for the form and when it arrived in Berlin, duly signed and stamped, we assumed our struggles were over.

However, just when we thought were safe, we discovered that there are two levels of health care for pensioners in Germany, one that covers basic health care such as a visit to the doctor, but another that provides the person with care if they require assistance with essential daily tasks or going to the toilet and personal hygiene.

The Form S1, it was argued in Germany, covers the former, but not the latter, leaving my mother in a terrible situation. In other words, the Form S1 does not in practice entitle EU-citizens the same medical care as the citizens who live in the host nation. “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”

After four months of fighting this battle and watching my mother’s physical and psychological state deteriorate, I really was so full of despair and was about to give up. Not even the British Embassy could help us. I started to plan to fly her back to England to put her in a home and leave her there with no regular contact with her son or four grandchildren. A sad and lonely departure from life.

Then, one day I was told that I should make a formal complaint about the health insurance company’s refusal to provide my mother with the full level of health care. I did so, invoking all kinds on EU-law. Months later this led to the requirement of one last form from the UK which only the health insurance company could request. When this form arrived in Germany, within a few weeks the original refusal was rescinded and the decision made to provide my mother with the full level of health care that a German citizen would receive. “All animals are equal, provided they know exactly which forms to fill in.”

As much as I am of course delighted about this decision, the enormous frustration has left its scars. This whole endurance test, which left my mother at home alone in inhumane conditions, which caused my children no longer to feel comfortable at home with their friends and which caused me hours of desperation, could have been avoided if only one person had been able to tell me the procedure from the outset. It all boiled down to just two short documents.

So, if you or someone you know is struggling with the same issue either in Germany or another EU-country, feel free to drop me an e-mail and I can with pleasure walk you through the process in a few, simple steps.

“After the Berlin Wall came down I visited that city and I will never forget it. The abandoned checkpoints. The sense of excitement about the future. The knowledge that a great continent was coming together. Healing those wounds of our history is the central story of the European Union.”  David Cameron.

Disappointment leads to further delusion

This week I stumbled upon another perfect example of exactly the kind of lies and diversion tactics of so-called charismatic churches that I have been referring to.

Given their failure to grow numerically in a way that God had allegedly promised, now the leaders have found the latest exciting project for which the church’s naive members will keep on giving excessive amounts of their income. And it comes with yet another promise of great blessing. The church will be like Joseph, providing food for the poor, and then the Lord will mightily bless us. Such blatant misapplication of the Bible always has selfishness at its core.

As I have said in a previous blog, the history of the last three decades of such churches has included “prophetic” promises of revival, then a call to buy large buildings, then Kidz Klubs to reach out to working class children, then planting new churches, then multiple services. None of which produces any tangible church growth, let alone the revival of the masses. It is still hard to believe that the members of such sects never seem to pause and ask: “But why have we not grown after all these projects from God? Where is the revival? Why is the nation in a much worse condition now that all these Christians are influencing things for the better? Is God a liar? Have our leaders and prophets lied? Is no one going to apologise and face up to the failure, deception and disappointment?”

But I guess that’s in the nature of how sects work: you become blind by cultural deception. In any case, challenging authoritarian leaders is a waste of time and will lead to you being bad-mouthed and ostracised. Believe me, I know, because I was once was of those leaders.

Back to the latest idea. If you watch the video, you will see that it involves another costly building project which will pay for a reduction (!) in the size of the church auditorium  and the construction of a warehouse to store food for a food bank to provide food to poor people.

First of all, this is a blinding new idea since it cleverly lets all the church members off the hook with regards to personal evangelism. The thought is: “Thank God! Now I no longer have to feel guilty for having no non-Christian friends; no longer feel guilty about my pathetic inability to share my faith convincingly and authentically with non-believers; no longer feel guilty about the fact that I have not seen one close friend become a Christian in the last decade. Now I can give my money in significant quantities towards another God-given  project, this time to feed the poor. Phew!”

Just a few years ago, when I was leading the church, we received a prophetic word in which an apostle prophesied to us that we had to organise our diaries around reaching the lost. I wonder what happened to that divine instruction? Maybe it’s less increasingly in our DNA!?! (sic)

Secondly, the food bank itself contains masses of animal produce: meat, fish, cheese, milk and even coffee that breaks all guidelines of fair trade with developing nations. Why is it that the church does not pause to ask God the question whether its members should stop being fanatically sadistic to animals and live a vegan lifestyle? If you’d like to see why this point is so important, I recommend you watch this life-changing video presentation by Gary Yourofsky.

Thirdly, providing food for poor people as a project is definitely not, according to Jesus Christ, the role his church! Jesus is clear that the poor will be with us always and that helping the poor is something that individuals do to other individuals. For example, through private hospitality, creating also an opportunity to share one’s faith. But of course inviting a smelly, sick alcoholic who lives on the streets into my home is too great a challenge. A project is much safer, more palatable and does not invade my precious, personal space.

Food bank  projects are the responsibility of politicians and governments. Certainly not the church. Increasing poverty in Britain is a direct responsibility of failing government. And Brexit is about to make it a whole lot worse.

Jesus did  not deal with Rome by becoming a social project manager. He dealt with Rome by creating a dynamic community of joyful radicals who unashamedly lived out their bold, counter-cultural faith one-on-one with the family, friends and community members surrounding them, pumped with faith in a God who could feed body, soul and spirit.

Keeping it boring, neat and tidy is the death knell of a church movement. Mark my words.

“If Jesus came back and saw what was being done in his name, he’d never stop throwing up.”  Woody Allen.

 

King’s Church Hastings, UK

In the last few months I have been working with a journalist who is writing a biographical account of my life, in particular since our move  from the UK to Germany. The article will be published in the coming weeks in the German national press as the basis of a plea for more social enlightenment about the issues raised. The journalist is now provoking me to translate it into English and to have it published in the UK too.

I’m as yet undecided, partly because I am not into vendettas, but I thought I would tell some of the story on my blog as a litmus test. In telling my story, my aim is simply to protect others.

Having grown up in a pagan family in the north of England, I became a Christian in 1991 during a gospel preaching service at King’s Church in Hastings. My conversion turned my life on its head and all my beliefs and values were aligned with those of fundamentalist Christianity.

By 2002, I was married, had three children and was leading the church. I would say that the strongest characteristic of the church during my leadership was mission (Christians sharing their faith with non-believers and caring for underprivileged families).

During 2008, I was strongly encouraged to leave Hastings and to start a brand new church, from the ground up, in Berlin.  Newfrontiers – the group of churches to which King’s Church Hastings belongs – is fiercely committed to exporting its brand of Christianity to other European cities. I agreed to go, sold our house and car and took my wife and by then four children to start a new church in the centre of Berlin.

In contrast to other so-called church plants, we had no team to help us. No relatives. No friends. No contacts in the city. There were just the six of us. On our own. We were given financial support, yet without a congregation to pay your salary, living in the capital city of the wealthiest nation in Europe, I had to take on a second full-time job in order to pay the bills. The pressure was enormous: my wife became sick and lonely, all four children suffered from isolation and culture shock, the competitive culture to make a fast-growing church out of nothing in an extremely secular society, the stress of effectively two full-time jobs all came together to produce a catastrophe that was to end in family breakdown and divorce.

Meanwhile, I got into significant moral difficulties that led, amongst other things to the loss of my so-called secular job and my laying down the leadership of the new church.

This is the point in my life when I most needed the support from the members of King’s Church Hastings. I was so desperate. What happened next is still hard to believe, even to this day. Five years later.

On the day my sin came to light, my family and I were swiftly deleted from every page of the King’s Church Hastings website, along with every reference to the exciting church plant in Berlin. Every recorded sermon, every article, every photo. As in the movie “Enemy of the State”, it was as if my whole existence had been suddenly deleted. You can check this out for yourself by visiting www.kingshastings.org Just as with some of the child sex abuse in the Roman Catholic Church, instead of honesty, transparency and accountability, there was nothing but cover-up, deceit and denial.

Next came the need for financial support for my wife and children until I could find a new job, at least. The response of the church’s leaders was to pay for my wife and four children to leave me in Berlin and fly them back to live in England. Instead of love, care and reconciliation, we were offered division that ripped us apart as a family. Our oldest two children (then only 16 & 14 respectively) refused to get on the plane and ended up living on the streets for several weeks until I was able to find them. The youngest two had no choice but to go with their mother. The damage to their emotional and educational development are still with us today.

As for the financial support for the oldest two children, this was promised until I could find a job, but not a cent was given. Furthermore, one close friend in King’s Church Hastings sent me £300 to help us, but he made the mistake of telling the leaders who then forbade him to send us any more money privately. Which is similar to what happened to my other close friend who wanted to come out to Berlin to offer me some much-needed moral support, and she too was effectively forbidden by the leaders from coming to visit me.

The moral of the story is: it is best to stay away from religion, especially Christian sects. And if you don’t escape, I guarantee you that the church will ruin your life.

“I’m completely in favour of the separation of Church and State. These two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.”   George Carlin

 

Freedom from Faith

As the exceptionally prolonged warmth continues to enshroud Berlin, I recently got to thinking again about freedom and faith. My new apartment is just one minute’s walk to the east of where the wall used to stand, so it’s hard not to keep thinking about the lack of freedom experienced here less than 30 years ago. And about those even today whose freedom is severely restricted. Including those caught up in Christianity.

A convicted criminal once told me that freedom is not about limitless options and unrestricted choice but about consciously making a choice to think or to act in a certain way. Hence it is possible to experience greater personal freedom in prison than living as a wealthy person in open society. I can relate to that, in particular when it comes to making a conscious choice to be free from the absurd incarceration of religious faith.

Here are some of the things I used to believe and even had to believe since, without faith, it is impossible to please God. (Hebrews 11:6)

That all Muslims go to hell since Islam is of the devil even though Muslims and Christians are undeniably descended from the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

When you believe this lie, you no longer see the human being in the foreground, but you see first the religion. A reason for going to hell. Polarisation and  separation are immediate. You feel superior and any compassion is trumped by the need to see the demonised Muslim saved into the kingdom of the one true God.

Freed from this lie, you can see straight away the fellow human being in the foreground.  There is commonality and compassion. You see beauty in ashes and value the enrichment of multi-cultural diversity.

That a man is the head of a woman, just as Christ is head of the church.

When you believe this lie (if you are a woman), you have to accept an inferior position in a relationship with a man and you are prevented from taking the ultimate responsibility for your decisions. You are not free; you are bound by the chains of crass sexual discrimination and demeaning chauvinism.

When you believe this lie (as a man), your sense of superior authority gives birth to a condescending attitude towards women and obscures the benefits of female wisdom. You are likewise not free: you are robbed of the riches of genuine debate between the sexes, the need for fearless compromise and the power of  joint decisions.

Freed from this lie, you can appreciate and honour the multi-faceted differences of the opposite sex. Equality is no longer just a word. It is experienced and lived out in real life.

That you need to give very generously to God and His church.

If you believe this lie, you give away well over 10% of your net income each month and you give even more when the prophecies (men claiming to speak the words of God) start to flow about revival (millions of people becoming Christians), the need for larger buildings and multiple services. All of which turn out to be lies for which no subsequent apology is made.

Freed from this lie, you can make informed choices about how to spend your income, investing it in what really matters, especially helping others. Judas Iscariot, the poor soul predestined by a loving heavenly Father to betray Christ and go to hell, was largely right when he pointed out that money given to the church would be better spent on helping the poor.

That you cannot live out your sexuality if you are gay.

If you believe this lie, you are condemned to a life in which you either a) pretend to be straight, marry and live a fake life, b) cultivate hypocrisy by endlessly trying to hide your addiction to masturbation and pornography with a cloak of purity and self-sacrifice, or c) live a fruitless life of celibacy, denying the very essence of who you are. Whether you are gay due to nature or nurture, your sexual orientation not only defines you, it is you. Repressing yourself is the ultimate form of human incarceration.

Freed from this lie, you can accept yourself, and even rejoice in who you are. You can love and be loved. You no longer have to be fake. If you are true to yourself, you cannot then be false to anyone else. And that is the ultimate experience of freedom.

“Walls that run through cities start by running through human hearts, built by religion and maintained by misguided faith.”